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He takes it out and dusts it well. “The Realm of Man,” he mutters. “By Mikhael Vadimovna.” This is the only book in existence which has been written by Mikhael Vadimovna. It has been preserved in the Royal Library and is not known to the public. This may have answers, Eduard thinks. He flips the book’s pages and goes through the content. “Men will only achieve inner peace if they are keeping their cognitive mind free from any disturbance,” he reads. “Meditating in the morning soothes the soul and a glass of green sprout mixed with a dash of honey will…”

After he saw the letter ‘S’ on their calendar, he thought there was no point in interacting with the world. He was quietly walking down the uncrowded hallway of his new school as he went down the covered court. This day, his mind was a jar loaded with freezing air beyond the stage of satiety, preoccupied with something cold. Ironically, he was not thinking of anything in particular. Pensive by his thoughts, he did not notice it right away when he was bumped by a guy at his back. He quietly turned to see the eyebrows of the guy meet as they faced each other. His hair was in crew cut as he confidently stood in front of Praxis. His jaw was strong and masculine, standing about five inches taller

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Don't just skip this book again; add to library. Enjoy! Your loving author; Natasha Gwen

It is not only my body that is trying to heal. My soul is too. And that was terrifying, and wonderful, all at once.

It was like something straight out of my daydreams, but with dark undercurrents pulling me in further. Just as I was starting to get lost in the story, the term "Fated Mate" caught my eye, jerking me out of the daydream. It shone on the page, glowing like a lighthouse. The idea that two halves of one soul could be in separate bodies and that they were meant to find each other was thrilling. My fingers tingled at the thought, each pulse echoing through the chaos of my emotions. Could it be real? My thoughts whirled like a tornado—not entirely because of the book, but because of the desperate longing buried in my chest.

Mating ceremony. The words struck Silas like a physical blow. He stood in the Healing House, the tin of burn salve clutched in his fist, his mind suddenly blank as fresh snow. Amara—his Amara, the shadow that had trailed his steps for four winters, silent and warm—was going to take another’s mark? Bind her soul to another’s under the Blood Oak? A strange hollowness opened in his chest. He couldn’t name the sensation. Relief, perhaps, that the persistent ache of her presence would finally cease. Or was it something sharper, something that tasted like blood and loss?

Oh my beloved, now I can trust that admiration is not a mirage. Thanks for giving me the sight of God's most beautiful creation. Which retainer needs to attend a crusade if they get your accommodation. My colorless life is now fully colored, more than the rainbow. The meaningless soul is expected to be this divine soul's shadow. After being feast on those eyes, my existence is triumphant now. Realm of beauty, I want to present myself to you as a bestow. <><><><><><><> Hello readers, Welcome to my first book 'Soul'

Thank you so much for your patience and support, during the break. I’m writing a new book called “Stealing the Alpha's Soul. It is for the Spirity Awards. Please check it out and support it. I’ll really appreciate it. Thank you for coming with me so far, I really appreciate it)).